hope is a delusion...

there is no catcher dear friend
don't spend your time in wishful thinking
no one will come to stop your fall
no matter what you cry or sing...

the field of rye becomes the frozen lake
however hard you try
you will fall, the ducks will go
do you know men can't fly?

make as many fields as you will
they will all turn to dust
this is life, this is truth, but still
do what you think you must

just remember this truth of truths
that nothing will turn to gold
no catcher will come, no lady will shine
this world will rust and mold...

there is no catcher dear friend
don't spend your time in wishful thinking
no one will come to stop your fall
no matter what you cry or sing...

catcher in the rye...

ecstatic,euphoric...
running in gay abandon
through the rye field
never thinking of what was yet to come...
ebullient,exuberant...
running like a madman
living every moment of life
never thinking that this could end...
innocent,ignorant...
running right over
the edge of a crazy cliff
never knowing that this was the end...

where were you catcher in the rye?
why didn't you come to save me?
i believed you catcher in the rye
but i'm over the cliff already...

wish i could return
to that field of rye
and run again in innocence
with not a phony
thing in sight
not a hint of pretence...
but the lagoon gets icy and frozen
and the ducks have got to go
i'd like to break the ice and swim
but they just wont let me go
they make me play by rules they make
life being a game and all...
you said it was crazy but you'd do it
then why'd you let me fall?

where were you catcher in the rye?
why didn't you come to save me?
i believed you catcher in the rye
but i'm over the cliff already...

i don't like anything thats happening
i don't like a million things
i don't...
the lagoon is frozen and i want to go
flying away with the ducks
i won't...

i won't give up before getting started
i won't keep falling and falling...
i won't go on down and down
i'm not afraid of stopping...

i don't need you catcher in the rye,
i'm over the cliff already...
but i'll make my own field of rye
and then i won't miss everybody...